wild Irish rose


i wonder if tomorrow will be on my sky
an acute sound of your language using
as incantation a bluesy touch with high
sweet vibrations to put fog in the spam,
and to be seen only the hue of a rainbow
in the shadow of a black-golden beam
wrapped in fragrance of a wild Irish rose
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

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